Chapter 423
"Quick! Go get Gerne and put out the fire immediately! "Veiranne hurriedly asked the guards to inform his son.
As soon as the guards left, he realized that he was too anxious. He hurriedly asked the captain of the guards beside him to immediately put out the fire.
"Great leader, what about your safety?" The captain of the guards was in a difficult position. The camp was not peaceful tonight. If they left, who would protect the great leader?
"There's no food, the whole army is in danger. What's the use of my safety?!" Veiranne stomped his feet anxiously.
The guards could only rush to the place where the fire started.
However, there were more than 25000 people in the camp. The camp stretched for seven to eight miles. There were people everywhere in the camp, and the roads were congested.
Not only did the guards move slowly, but their eagerness to move forward angered the panicked soldiers and caused a fight. The conflict was gradually expanding …
It was early winter, and the air was dry. In addition, the Diónia scouts who sneaked into the camp deliberately set the fire. The fire spread quickly with the help of the wind, burning the entire supply camp. It continued to spread in all directions, setting the surrounding wooden fences and tents on fire …
Veiranne looked at the fire behind him, and his heart sank to the bottom of his heart.
It's over! It's over! He sat on the cold ground with a blank expression.
However, this night was destined to be his nightmare.
"Woo!!!" Suddenly, the sound of a bugle horn resounded from all around the camp, followed by countless people's shouts and cries for blood …
The people of Potentia could not enter the enemy's camp silently like the Legion of Dionysia. However, Poate's courage and persuasion made Puamote finally make up his mind and send out 5000 soldiers. They divided into five groups and quietly went down the mountain, hiding in various places outside the Sammonae camp.
As soon as he saw the fire, Borlett could not wait to have his men blow the horn. Then, horns sounded from other places. The warriors of Potentia, with a vengeful rage, bypassed the antlers, climbed over the ditches, climbed over the mud walls and wooden fences. At this time, the Sammonae camp was already in a state of panic. Now that the fire had attracted the attention of the people outside the camp, the defense around the camp was lax, allowing the warriors of Potentia to enter the camp relatively easily. As a result, all of them turned into bloodthirsty wolves, slashing at the silhouettes they saw and stabbing at the sounds they heard. The sounds of fighting and screams echoed throughout the camp …
This made the frightened Sammonet people even more frightened. In the dark night, for their own safety, all of them held their weapons tightly. As long as someone approached, they would stab and slash. The camp was in chaos.
In such a chaotic situation, the Diónia scouts who had infiltrated the camp earlier shouted in the Samonese language that they had learned, "The Diónia army is here! They want to annihilate us, run! … "
The fear in the night was magnified infinitely, finally crushing the fighting spirit of the Sammonet warriors. Like a flood, they desperately ran out of the camp. For this reason, they who had lost their minds could push down their companions, cut down their comrades who stood in their way, and trample on their tribesmen who were moaning on the ground. The dark night became their accomplice in killing each other …
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Puamot, who had been worried about the war all night, stood on the city wall and watched. He heard the noise in the Sammonae camp, saw the fire that illuminated half of the sky in the distance, and heard the earth-shattering screams of fighting and killing … This scene lasted until late at night, and then gradually disappeared …
The scouts who went to the foot of the mountain to gather news came back and shouted excitedly, "The enemy has been beaten back! The enemy has been beaten back! " Suddenly, the whole city became a sea of joy.
Puamot was relieved. The only thing he was worried about was the fire that was burning more and more fiercely. However, because the situation was unclear at night, he did not dare to send people to put out the fire.
Unexpectedly, even the gods were looking after Potentia that night. In the second half of the night, it actually rained.
Puamot was completely relieved. Finally, he slept all the way until the sky brightened under the constant drowsiness.
He hurried to the city wall. Along the way, he saw that the tribesmen who were originally lifeless had smiles on their faces. They gathered in twos and threes, excitedly talking about the war last night and thanking Asenu for his protection. From time to time, someone would ask Puamot, "When can we move back to our original settlement?"
Puamot stood on top of the city wall and looked down. The Samonai camp, which once stretched for ten miles and had countless tents, had basically turned into a piece of black land. Wisps of green smoke lingered in the area, making it hard for Puamot to see clearly …
"Did Boret and the others come back?" Puamot asked the tribal chief, Vale, with concern.
"They didn't come back, but he sent someone back and said, 'They have to clean up the battlefield and will return later.'"
It's good that Boret is fine! Puamoth thought happily.
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What Boret said about cleaning up the battlefield was not that simple. Looking closer at the Sammonae camp, under the ashes of the burning fire and in the mud caused by the heavy rain, bodies of both sides were lying everywhere. Some were already dead, some were even burnt black, some were seriously injured and unconscious, and some were still struggling and moaning …
Last night, the Potentia warriors led by Bruti had suffered heavy losses in the chaotic battle due to their lack of night attack experience, with nearly two thousand casualties. After the fierce battle, they ignored their fatigue and called more people from the city to carry the wounded and corpses back to the city. At the same time, they began to clean up the battlefield in the ruins within a ten-mile radius.
They stabbed the Sammonae who were still struggling a few times to confirm their death. At the same time, they also had to find their own tribesmen who were mixed in the enemy's corpses … This search process was dangerous for the Potentia warriors. Some of the Sammonae warriors who were not seriously injured would disguise themselves as "corpses" and attack when they got close. After so many such ambushes, the Potentia warriors became more cautious. They held spears in their hands. When they saw a corpse, as long as it was not one of their own, they would stab it a few times.
Such a large area could not be cleaned up in a short time. Behind these warriors, the Diónia scouts were carefully counting the number of casualties of the Sammonae according to the divided areas.
In the afternoon, the cleaning work came to an end. There were 5,493 Sammonae deaths. There were no injured, because even if they survived the chaos last night, the angry Potentia warriors would mercilessly kill them when they cleaned up the battlefield. The rest of the Sammonae people fled in all directions, scattered around the area around Potentia. When the Sammonae people invaded, they cleaned up the area around the city of Potentia. Now, the hungry Sammonae people had to swallow the bitter fruit of their own making. How to escape the pursuit of the Potentia people, endure the hunger and injuries, and safely return to their hometown had become a big problem for them.
The people of Potentia paid a lot of sacrifices. With the full help of the people of Diónia, they finally defeated the powerful Sammonae people. After surviving the disaster, they were overjoyed. They did not know that they had buried a big surprise in the huge Sammonae corpse pit. The great leader of Hilpini, the commander of the Sammonae coalition army's invasion of Potentia, Villani, had sent his personal guards to maintain order and put out the fire last night. In the end, Pollet led his army to attack the camp. The Sammonae people panicked and fell into chaos. Villani, who was alone and a little old, died in the chaos …
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In the early morning of this day, in the Temple of Hades in Turín, the Siletlander Cardias woke up early as usual and walked into the main hall of the temple.
He entered the side of hell. After staying here for a long time, the horrible scenes of hell and the ferocious statues of the god Hades had no effect on him. He respectfully held an oil lamp and came to the seat of Pluto Hades. The oil basin in front of the statue was lit with a greenish-red flame all year round. The stern and solemn face of the god Hades looked even more gloomy under the flickering light.
Cardias' expression was calm. He stood on his tiptoes and lit the oil lamp in his hand. Then, he knelt in front of the statue of Hades. He closed his eyes slightly and spread his palms on the ground. He sincerely prayed to Pluto, hoping that he could protect the safety of the Siletlanders.
When he heard that the people of Syracuse had landed in Rockley, he was eager to return to Siletland. In the end, he was persuaded by Plesinus.
Plesinus told him that even if he returned to Siletland, he would only be adding an ordinary public militia to the city. But here, he could pray to this powerful and powerful king of hell day and night in order to obtain this god's help.
Cardias thought that the chief priest was right, so he continued to stay in Turín. At this moment, he placed the oil lamp that represented his wish on the altar table. Because it was still early and the temple had not opened, there was only one lamp on the altar table. But at night, the table and the floor were filled with oil lamps. Every time, they would clean up very late.
"Cardias, you are so sincere! I believe that the Hades will definitely respond to you! "A voice came from behind him.
Cardias hurriedly turned around and saluted, "Good morning, Plesinus."
The Temple of Hades was now basically common in the cities of Diónia. There were priests, priests, saintesses, believers … There were many people in charge of the management of the temple, and there were differences in status among them. But when it came to addressing each other, the Canon of Hades stipulated that one could only address each other by their real names, to show the concept of "equality of believers" in the Temple of Hades.
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